Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Ain'T Madeleines

in old school days
i used to eat
paste

that we were
supposed to
use for art

works such
as a stick 
figured 

snow man
who's hands
were made of

sticks but i
got stuck on
eating the stuff

but can't say it was
like purposely
putting 

a tube of glue
in a paper bag 
sniffing until

passing out
for in simply
taking a taste

while copying
Picasso
was

truly Proustian
for my mind
took not 

by smell yet
was propelled
to a time

when i was ill
and Mum was
making oatmeal

taking a taste
spoon fed
takes

me back 
to an earlier
time when i was

in a highchair
unaware if all
but being

fed pablum
by someone
so i suppose 

this wasn't
a mind opening
experience of

remembrance
of things
past

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 19, 2019 at 8:17 PM So many things whirling in my brain. Evocative penning. The taste of clay. The smell of glue. My mother talking about feeding me (age 23) in the hospital, how weird it was, how I waited mouth agape like I did as a baby. Then diving in for another read. Jeff Connelly September 20, 2019 at 9:09 AM What memories you have that I didn't. This is one of my whimsies. Just playing around with Proust. But thank you Maureen.